On Accepting An Invitation To Drink With A Retired Japanese Schoolteacher

That was a bad idea.  Not the fifth glass of sake, that felt pretty good.  The tenth was borderline.  But the fifteenth (?), that was a really bad idea.  And so here I sit/stand/stumble, trying to get ready for bed after what had to be the most comical/difficult bike ride home, barely sober enough to hammer out this post (please excuse any typos, I'll edit them out in the morning).  But seriously, it doesn't matter how much I have pickled myself drinking Wild Turkey over the last five years.  I can't hold a candle to some of these Japanese men.  And I realize that that sounds ridiculous, but my God, how come he was still able to stand and make coherent sentences in a language that he really doesn't understand and I was reduced to God knows what?  I mean, yeah, I got to practice some of my Japanese, but this is riduculous.  Oh well, I suppose it's 'training' for the next time.  In the meantime, I'm going to bed.  I still can't believe this.

Update on Tuesday, October 9, 2007 at 10:35PM by The General

On returning to the aformentioned retired schoolteacher's house today for an origami lesson from his wife, it seems that I consumed fewer glasses of sake than I originally thought.  The actual count was nine or ten.  Which just goes to show what it will do to you.  Still though, the lesson remains: make sure you know exactly what your drinking companion can handle before sitting down to the table.

Comments

[John]

Ah, sake is good stuff. But it can really wreck havoc on you!